‘So the Lord God caused a deep sleep to come over the man, and he slept. God took one of his ribs and closed the flesh at that place. Then the Lord God made the rib He had taken from the man into a woman and brought her to the man. And the man said: This one, at last, is bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh; this one will be called “woman,” for she was taken from man.’ Genesis 2:21-23
Today, a friend and his family are prepping for a kidney transplant. His third. This is not the life he thought he was planning for way back when. This kidney thing has taken his years into a mysterious habitat. Of course, sterile facilities, high tech procedures, and experts of profound support have become a part of his hours; but the deepest work while trekking through many strange, unplanned territories, has been with his Holy Spirit.
The artistry of his dance with the Spirit touches even those that don’t care to be touched. Whether one is, as the artist, in sync with the Holy, or one is the watcher, the listener, or the reader of his story … one sees it, hears it, reads it, feels it underneath his dance … in the music, in the words, and knows the Spirit of the Holy resides there.
Father God often takes us into unexplored territory, into places where the free-will of the human makes a choice to succumb to the tortures, or, like Jonathan, to allow the difficult to be covered so through and through with the Spirit of the Almighty that even a glimpse of the story is both healer and life-giver to the masses.
We all have a transplant story. Eve was a transplant recipient, too …. created for the same purpose as Jonathan, and you, and me:
Tell me, what will you choose to do with your profound story?